NIKOLAI: The Blue Eyed Devil

Chapter Two

Nikolai Romanov stood tall, his eyes blazing with fury, as he gazed down at the pathetic figure cowering before him. The man, a sniveling thief, had dared to steal from him, and now he would pay the price.

"Please, Nikolai, mercy" the man pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.

Nikolai sneered, his face twisted in disgust. "You stole from me, you fucking coward! You'll pay for that mistake."

Viktor, Nikolai's best friend and right-hand man, stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. "Let's teach him a lesson, Nikolai."

Nikolai nodded, his eyes unyielding. "Viktor, show him the consequences of betrayal."

Viktor's men moved in, their hands grasping the thief's limbs, holding him down as Viktor began to inflict pain. The man's screams echoed through the warehouse, his body contorting in agony.

Nikolai watched, his expression unyielding, as the thief's body language changed from defiance to despair. Finally, the man's screams ceased, and he lay motionless on the ground.

Nikolai ended the man's suffering with a swift bullet to the head.

"Shit!" Nikolai spat, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Look at that, Viktor. His blood ruined my favorite shoes."

Viktor chuckled, his voice cold. "I'll get you a new pair, boss. The best money can buy."

As they walked out of the warehouse, Nikolai's mind shifted to Aurora, his little cat. He couldn't get her out of his head, and he found himself wanting to see her again. He headed for Nightshade Club, his destination clear.

Nikolai walked into the dimly lit club, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. Aurora was attending to a customer, her smile radiant as she laughed and chatted with him. But Nikolai's gaze narrowed as he noticed the customer's hand on her arm, his fingers gripping her tightly.

A surge of anger coursed through Nikolai's veins. He strode across the room, his long strides eating up the distance. The customer didn't notice him approaching, too engrossed in his conversation with Aurora.

But Aurora saw him. Her eyes widened as Nikolai's hand closed around the customer's wrist, his grip like a vice. The customer yelped in pain as Nikolai's eyes locked onto his.

"Don't touch what's mine," Nikolai growled, his voice low and menacing.

Aurora's eyes flashed with surprise, her mind racing with questions. Who was this man? Why was he acting like he owned her? And why did he look so familiar?

Little did she know, Nikolai Romanov was the owner of Nightshade Club, and he would stop at nothing to protect what was his. And Aurora, with her fiery spirit and captivating beauty, had unwittingly become his newest possession.

As the customer slunk away, nursing his wounded wrist, Nikolai's gaze locked onto Aurora. She didn't know who he was, or how dangerous he was. But she was about to find out.

Aurora's eyes never left Nikolai's face, her mind racing with questions. Who was this man? Why was he acting like he owned her? And why did he look so familiar?

Nikolai's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with intensity. He could see the fear and confusion in her eyes, but he didn't care. She was his now, and she would learn to obey him.

"Come with me, Aurora," he growled, his voice low and commanding.

Aurora hesitated, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. But Nikolai's men were everywhere, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.

She knew she had no choice. With a nod, she followed Nikolai through the crowded club, her heart racing with anticipation and fear.

As they walked, Nikolai's hand wrapped around her arm, his grip firm but not painful. Aurora felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized she was trapped.

Where was he taking her? And what did he want from her?

The questions swirled in her mind like a storm, but she knew she wouldn't find the answers until they reached their destination.

And so, she walked beside Nikolai, her eyes fixed on his profile, her heart pounding in her chest.

They walked through the crowded club, Nikolai's men parting like a sea as they approached. Aurora felt like a prisoner, her arm trapped in Nikolai's grip, her heart racing with fear.

They reached a door hidden behind a curtain, and Nikolai pushed it open with a flick of his wrist. Aurora hesitated, unsure of what lay ahead, but Nikolai's grip only tightened.

"Come," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Aurora swallowed hard and stepped through the doorway, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. They were in a luxurious office, the walls lined with leather-bound books and the air thick with cigar smoke.

Nikolai released her arm and walked behind the desk, his eyes never leaving hers. Aurora felt a sense of relief wash over her, but it was short-lived.

"Sit," Nikolai commanded, his voice firm.

Aurora hesitated, her mind racing with options. But something in Nikolai's eyes told her she had no choice. With a nod, she sat down in the leather chair, her heart pounding in her chest.

Nikolai leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on hers. "So, Aurora," he said, his voice low and husky. "We meet again."

Aurora's eyes narrowed as she studied Nikolai's face, trying to place where she had seen him before. And then, it hit her - the man from the other night, the one who had stopped her in front of her apartment. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized she was alone with him in his office.

Nikolai noticed the change in her expression and raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong, Aurora?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk.

Aurora tried to play it cool, but her heart was racing. "No, nothing. I just...I think we've met before," she stammered.

Nikolai's smile grew wider. "Oh? And where was that?"

Aurora's eyes locked onto his, her mind racing with questions. Who was this man? Why was he hiding his true identity from her? And what did he want from her?

Nikolai leaned forward, his eyes glinting with a possessive intensity. "You're mine now, Aurora. Mine alone. No other man is allowed to touch you, or even look at you, unless you want to be responsible for many deaths."

Aurora's eyes widened in shock, her mind racing with the implications of his words. Who was this man, who thought he could claim her like a possession?

"What do you mean?" she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady.

Nikolai's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "You're mine, little one. My Krasotka."

Aurora's heart skipped a beat at the nickname, which sounded Russian and meant "beauty". She didn't like the way he said it, like he was claiming her as his own personal treasure.

"What's your name?" she asked, trying to deflect from the possessive way he was acting.

"Nikolai," he replied, his voice low and husky. "And you, my Krasotka, are mine. Don't forget it."

Aurora felt a shiver run down her spine at the way he said it, like he was warning her of something. She didn't know what to make of Nikolai, but she knew she needed to be careful around him. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, and she had a feeling that she was next on his list.